#scarlet hybrid

[chimeras-critters]

Name: Scarlet, Butterscotch, Topaz, Jade, Aqua, Cerulean, Heliotrope, and Razzmatazz Alias: The Mewlticolored Mob Pronouns: any Species: Mewtwo/Exeggcute hybrid Ability: Harvest Type: Psychic/Grass Tera Type: Psychic Nature: Quirky Characteristic: likes to eat Known moves: Egg Bomb, Explosion, Psychic, Barrage, Softboiled Misc.:

Their ability sometimes makes duplicates of eaten berries just pop out of thin air. They don’t really know how it works.

They all have roughly Babytwo proportions even though they’re adults.

The eggshells do not come off; they are part of their bodies. Except for Topaz. They don’t have any eggshell, so they wear that eggshell helmet to fit in. Sometimes they have to replace it.

[aeg3an]

Character doodle suggestions I took requests for, now I’m going to yap about them

Queen Wasp was first. I originally was going to do all of them pastel like hers, but I had to much fun with the brighter colours later on so she ended up a lot more washed out than intended. Still, after book 15 I imagine her with dull, greenish scales now she’s without the breath of evil, like it was sustaining her, or she was sustaining it.

Typhoon was fun, I’ve never drawn him before and just kinda messed around with his design. I didn’t check the wiki to remember anything before drawing these so if I’ve forgotten something important about them…oops!

Snowfall was alright, I love IceWings as a tribe, but I hate drawing them because I’m just not very good at it lol. I’m just never happy with how I do their spikes, and I can’t colour them in a way that looks good. It’s definitely just a skill issue, because the tribe I draw most often are NightWings, which use a completely opposite colouring method that I’m much more practiced with now because of that, but I’m still going to complain about it.

There’s not much to say about Scarlet. She’s Scarlet! She’s cool! I like drawing her! Next!

I wish I was better at designing jewellery because Arctic and Foeslayer in their matching formal attire could look so cool if it was done by anyone other than me. For this one I head canon that when dragons are under the effect of animus magic, their eyes tint towards the scale colour of the dragon who cast the spell, so Foeslayer’s are blue-ish because of Arctic’s protection spell. Also I worry I draw her too green sometimes for a NightWing but eh I think it looks nice.

[fandomnerd9602]

Heat?

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

That doe of yours was insatiable. Plain and simple.

Even after you found the boys, Wanda was bent on finding any and every excuse to pull you off somewhere private.

Her kisses, her moans, the way she wraps herself around you, it was all so intoxicating.

You loved her and she loved you. Plain and simple. Or so you thought.

You found yourself in the Westview sanctuary break room one morning. You were already on your second cup of coffee, Wanda kept you up for most of the previous night. And somehow she had to energy to skip thru the hallways happy as can be, do her work diligently and effectively.

And here you were, tired and content, nursing another coffee from your Visit Wakanda cup.

A familiar groan wakes you up a little as your future in-law, Pietro, wanders in. His face carries the same bags under the eyes and tired expression you saw in the mirror.

“Hey bratok, any more coffee?” he smiles at you. “Rough night?”

“Of a sorts” you retort.

“Nattie,” he whistles, “she is a firecracker now. Those hybrid heat cycles.”

“Heat cycles?”

“Yeah,” he takes a seat across from you, “female hybrids are insatiable in their heat cycle. I thought you knew that”

Your face went pale. Wanda was insatiable lately, she was practically pawing at you as soon as the boys were asleep. Could it all be because of some uncontrollable urge?

“W-would Wanda’s match up with Natasha’s?”

“Well they are mere months apart in age so…yeah” pietro takes a sip of his coffee. “I wouldn’t worry though. Nattie loves me and Wanda loves you. Maybe a little too much”

You found your mind racing. Thoughts of your doe, your boys, this newly found out heat cycle. How far back would it go? Did she ever truly love you?

The questions probed at your mind all day and into the evening.

Later that evening, your loving doe came down the stairs, happy as could be. Wanda was dressed in a mini nightdress and silk robe. She was definitely trying to push your buttons. But was it just from the heat cycle?

“The boys are asleep.” She giggles as she nuzzles into your lap on the couch. “Wanna watch something?”

“Dick Van Dyke?” You try to maintain composure. She was in your lap, letting out little purrs.

Her giggles from the following thirty minutes of yours and hers favorite show was intoxicating. You loved her giggles and laughs.

And then she turned to you. “Are you tired, detka?”

“Not really”

She purrs, “neither am I” she slips into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck.

She begins kissing you. One of her hands begins to play with your belt.

You gently put your hands on her shoulders and push her away. Wanda’s eyes immediately spring to worry.

“What’s wrong, detka?” She takes your face in her hands.

“We can’t. Not like this.”

“What?” Her eyes show hints of sadness and perhaps regret.

“I love you Wanda, so much. But I can’t take advantage of you when you’re in your heat cycle. I-I need to be sure that we love each other for the right reasons”

Wanda begins to giggle again. And then it grows into a full on laugh as she collapses against the couch. She tries to bury her face in her hands, to hide the growing embarrassing blush.

“Detka,” she giggles, “I’m not in my heat cycle. Did Pietro tell you that?!”

“Yes”

She recomposes herself and takes your hands in hers. “Detka I am with you because I love you for everything you are. You are the most thoughtful and loving mate I could ever wish for.”

“You are the most amazing mate” you smile at her, kissing her palms, “you gave me a home, a family. I love you”

“I love you” she blushes. “And I only want to show you how much joy you bring me.”

“So you’re completely insatiable…”

“On my own terms,” she giggles. “Besides…my heat cycle doesn’t start till next month”

And with that she gives you a wink before cuddling into your side, ready to watch another episode of your shared favorite show.

Meanwhile at Natasha’s den, Pietro was struggling to keep his own mate at bay.

“Down Nattie!” He tried to keep her away but that wolf was just so seductive.

“Down? I dare you to keep me down” she growls happily. Her wolf tail swishing back and forth seductively.

Pietro couldn’t say no to that.

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[tagzpite]

dont need the light to see you shine

WINGED ACE AUUUU

[vase-of-lilies]

❀ Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Bunny Hybrid!Reader (F)

❀ Non-con, dubcon, use of a cage, captivity + using restraints, violence, mind manipulation/putting someone in a daze, guys - fun fact; ivory was chiseled and made into a dildo in the 1800’s. So, expect that lol, and more. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with very dark elements. 

❀ I am usually good with warning everything that is in my stories, but this time due to limited space and a lot of warnings, I will be only doing the harsher warnings. 

❀ Disclaimer and Authors Note: The pictures only represent aesthetic and themes. There is no certain skin color, body type, ethnicity, or description other than Y/n and “you”. Credit to who made the pictures in the banner as well. 

❀ Sigh… I feel like all of these are the same, just a little different each time. I try to change it up, but a lot of these are similar in plot, description, and ending. I want these to turn out well, but I can’t help but feel that people don’t like them because they don’t comment on them or give feedback. All I want is a funny comment, a detailed comment about something someone loved about the story, or something that they were confused about or just thought was plain stupid of Y/n. All I want is feedback! 

Hunting season. It was the worst time of year for the bunny hybrids, yet still, you were picking berries in a bright dress your mother made you. You knew it was dangerous. However, you knew that you were fast and agile like a real bunny. But even the fastest rabbit couldn’t beat the slowest tortoise because of the overconfidence each little rabbit held in their little head. 

While you gathered the berries into your basket, you hummed to yourself, not a thought in your mind. Every now and then, your tail would twitch, something it does when you are doing something you love or when you are scared. But you loved gathering, and you were not currently scared. 

Your humming immediately stops when you hear the straining of an arrow in a bow. It was a creaky sound that every bunny could recognize. Your ears shot straight up, your head turning in all directions to try and find the source of the hunter. One last turn and it was too late; the bounce of the bowstring snapping back into place came first, then the pain of the arrow piercing through your shoulder blade. 

Falling to the ground, you frown as your berries scatter around you. You can hardly think while you scramble into the bush in front of you, holding your ears against your head so you don’t bring more attention to yourself. Your body trembles, rustling the brush you are hiding in, and you silently curse yourself at your shaking. 

“Here, little bunny… come out, come out wherever you are!” A voice taunts from outside the bush. You see the boots of your pursuer from where you crouch inside the bush, whimpering as the arrow in your back snags on a branch. 

The footsteps stop and turn towards the bush. You freeze, and your ears slip from your hands, rustling the bush even more. The hunter steps up to the bush, and she spots your gray ears. With a smirk, she reaches into the shrub and grasps them in her hands tightly, causing you to tumble from the bush and onto the ground.

Blood streamed down your back, and you tried to crawl away, only for the hunter to chuckle and reach in her pouch for something else. You look behind you, screaming as she stalks closer to you, a tranquilizer dart in her hand. 

“Come on, little bunny. Don’t make this difficult,” She says, kneeling beside your pitiful form. As you beg her not to hurt you, she ignores you, pushing your head to the side and exposing your neck. “Stay still, and this won’t hurt!” She shouts at you, still struggling to get you to calm down. As the dart comes closer to your neck, you struggle even more, but she is powerful and quick. 

The needle punctures your skin, and the tranquilizer enters your blood flow within seconds. It was initially slow, just a little dizzy, so you tried to get up. The pain in your back was the least of your worries, only getting away from the hunter on your mind. But the drug was working fast, and soon, you found yourself on the ground again, your eyes closing and your mind succumbing to darkness. 

~~~~~~~

Wanda smirks as you finally fall unconscious in front of her, your fuzzy ears flopping onto the ground with a soft thump. Your fluffy little tail was twitching again, terrified of what would happen. Wanda kneels down by your sleeping body and moves the hair from in front of your face. “You’re gonna be my perfect little pet, aren’t you?” She gently brushes her fingers over the skin of your cheek and smiles at your breaths. 

Laying a small blanket over your body, she picks you up and takes you home to assess your injuries. As she enters her home, she shuts the door and lays you on her bed. She frowns at the arrow that sticks from your back and gently tries to pull it out. You whimper, the drug unfortunately not numbing the pain. 

Wanda sighs softly and grabs her knife, slowly cutting the skin surrounding the arrow. She dabs the wound with a small cloth as it starts to bleed again, and once the last line matching the shape of the arrow is carved, the arrow slides out of your back with ease. Reaching for the first aid kit, she unties your dress and slips it off your body, dressing your wound and healing some of it with her powers. She leaves you in the right amount of pain to become submissive to her, but enough that your death will not be on her hands. 

Tying the last bandage around your chest and under your arms, she lays you on your back and grabs the chain connected to a metal collar from under the bed. She sets it on the bed next to you and goes to the closet to bring the cage out. She smirks at the bars, knowing you will never escape from her. 

Lastly, she connects the chain to the cage's base and looks over at you on her bed. She sets the collar on top of the kennel and saunters over to your naked form. She ghosts her fingers down your belly and the mound between your legs. Shaking her head, she knows she wants to wait until you are awake to hold your wiggling ears while you struggle to escape her. She loves it when her prey struggles in her hands; it sparks something inside of her.

Picking you up again, she carries you to the cage in the corner of the room, opening the door and laying you down against the thin-blanketed bottom and laying your head against the straw pillow set at the top of the cage. Before locking you up for the night, she grabbed the collar and clasped it around your neck, matching the holes together at the back and looping a padlock around it. With the collar secured around your neck, the chain connected to the bars, and the moon rising, Wanda locked the cage and put a blanket over the top to cover the whole thing, leaving you in complete darkness.

~~~~~~~

When morning approached, your body started to wake up first. Your mind was still hazy, and you felt like you were in a dream. Your ears moved slightly, your tail wiggled just a little, and your eyes moved under their lids. 

It was raining. You could hear the raindrops outside. Outside where? Where am I? Your curiosity turns to concern the moment your eyes finally open. A dark, furry blanket covers the bars surrounding you, dimming the light almost completely. You try sitting up, but the pressure you put on your arm makes you whimper in pain. The arrow wound on your back was the only thing revealing where you were. 

The tranquilizer made you sleep, but it didn’t make you forget. You remembered where you were, and you remembered who you were with. That damned human. A simple hum or chuckle could force you into submission instantly, knowing what Wanda is capable of. She has the eye of a hawk when it comes to aiming her bow at the poor little creature she sets her sights on. 

Your soft ears twitched at the sound of shuffling from outside of the covered cage, pulling your attention away from the pain in your shoulder blade. Wandas walking caused the blanket to flutter, and your instinct was to lay back down and pretend you were asleep still. You wrapped your arms around your exposed body the best you could, closed your eyes and waited. 

In anticipation, your leg started shaking, as well as your tail. The little ball of fluff just above your bum was a radar for danger. If it wiggled, twitched, shifted, or moved an inch, you could sense danger was near. This was a time when your tail was not wrong. Not by one bit. 

There was a soft knock on the bars above you, but you didn't move. Another one, this time a little forceful- still, you did not move to 'wake up.' 

"Little bunny… I know you're awake. You're shaking this whole damn thing." Wanda laughed softly at the shivering cage before her, your anxious body practically causing an earthquake around you. Your hands went to the collar around your neck, and a tear fell from your eye onto the pillow below your cheek. I'm not getting out of here.

Wanda pulled the blanket from the top of the cage and looked down at you, curled into a little ball with your fluffy ears over your face. "Oh, come on, don't hide from me," She says, kneeling in front of your prison. Aggravated, she grabs the chain connected to your collar and pulls, forcing your face to come right to the bars.

A whimper escapes your throat, and your eyes stare up at Wanda with fear. She smiles sweetly at you, her pearly white teeth giving you a shite-eating grin. “I know you're scared,” she says, holding the chain tighter. In response to your desperate attempts at escaping the collar, Wanda laughs. She leans in, her breath brushing against your face. “But don't worry,” she whispers. “I'll take good care of you.”

Your face flushed with tears, and you began to speak in a trembling voice, "I wanna go home; my momma will be worried about me." You thought of your mother, who would be excited to see you and looking forward to the pie she made for you. You missed her embrace and the warmth of her love. You wished to return, see her smile, and feel her passion. You closed your eyes and thought about what it would be like to be home.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," growls Wanda, causing you to open them wide. She looked at you with dilated pupils, clearly craving something. Something only you could give her. 

She finally releases the chain attached to your collar, causing you to fall back into the cage. You push yourself against the back of the cage, trying to distance yourself from Wanda as the pain in your back intensifies. With a chuckle, Wanda opens the door and reaches for the chain to pull you out. Yanking you out of the cage, you fall to your hands and knees, forced to crawl forward to her. 

Once you get into an arm's length of her, she grabs your ears and pulls you to her. You yelp, trying to cover yourself, but keep yourself up too. You can't feel much pain from your ears, but as she pulls you closer to her, the fear builds up in your belly, and you pull back. Failing, she wraps her arms around you and holds you against her chest. The chain is long enough to reach her bed, so as she picks you up, the chain drags behind you. You kick your legs and try maneuvering your way out of her arms, your body only being hugged tighter. 

As Wanda sits on the bed, she holds you in her lap. Her body is much larger than yours, as your hybrid genes make you smaller than humans. She only needed one hand over your belly to hold you still, your legs being pinned open by hers. Her other hand roams your naked chest, tweaking each nipple in her fingers. She buries her nose into your soft ears and hums as she feels your little cotton tail rub against her clothed cunt. 

You whimper and throw your head back any chance, but Wanda is quick. The chain is already in her hand, pulling it up and choking you. You cough, your hands going to your neck, trying to find the chain to pull down. Your strength is nothing compared to Wanda's; her chuckles fill your ears again. 

Your breaths are short and shallow, and the lack of oxygen getting to your brain becomes dangerous. Your vision starts to cloud, and Wanda notices, giving the chain some slack. "You aren't going out on me just yet," she whispers in your ear. On the bedside table, she grabs a ring of rope she had put there earlier. Grabbing your wrists, she wraps the rope around a couple of times and ties a firm knot after. She then pulls the excess cord to keep your hands next to your chest, exposing your pussy. 

She smiles against your neck, and her teeth nip at your sensitive skin. "Mmm, my little bun bun, so soft and cute," She whispers again, "I am going to do nasty things to you, and you are going to like it..." 

Pulling your hands above your head, she wraps the rope through your collar to keep them still. 

With her hands now free, she cups both breasts, kneading the ample skin and pinching your nipples every second. You whimper as salty tears stream down your cheeks, only fueling Wanda to do more. Her hand moves down your belly to your wet petals, waiting to be played with. As her other hand follows, her fingers spread your folds to expose your quivering clit. 

Even though Wanda could not see your pussy, she loved how it felt. "So fuckin' wet, and its all for me, isn't it?" You shake your head vigorously, not wanting to fall into whatever trap she had set. Her index finger slowly rubs your clit in small circles, the burning of your bundle of nerves causing you to whimper and jolt. She holds you tighter, smirking at the warmth of the skin around your bud. 

Her lips press soft kisses to your head as she rubs your clit more, her other hand prodding at your hole. A breath is stolen from you as she enters two fingers into your pussy, pumping slowly. You cringe at the squelching you hear, and your legs instinctively try to close, but Wanda's legs hold them open. You reluctantly lay your head against her chest, your ears falling limp against your head. 

Wanda quickly jumped on the opportunity to hold your head up by your ears, pulling them to hold your head up straight. Wanda's fist clenched your ears tightly, not letting go as you tried to tear yourself away from her. 

As she rubbed your clit faster, your orgasm approached more quickly than expected. Your pulsing pussy squeezes her fingers as you cum, her finger on your clit not stopping. It burned, and it hurt, but in such a good way. She continues to rub, pulling a second orgasm out of you, smirking as your juices squirt from your hole. 

The blanket before you shows a puddle of your own spend, and you whimper as she pulls your ears up again. "Good little bun bun, cumming for your master like a good girl," She lets go of your ears and moves her legs, uncaging yours in the process. Before you can scramble away, she pushes you to your stomach, turning you to the bed frame. Grabbing the rope from your collar, she pulls your hands up to the bars and ties another sturdy knot. 

You struggle, pull, fight, kick, but nothing stops Wanda from getting what she wants. She finishes securing you to the bed, and her hand harshly spanks your ass. You squeal and try to curl against yourself, but she hits you again. "Legs straight little one, or I'll tie those too." You listened, not wanting any more rough rope on your body. 

She was unpredictable. She spanked you a couple more times before smoothing her hand over the raw skin. Or she would pull your tail and ears and, shortly after, softly squeeze your fluffy tail at the base of your back. The tears had not stopped either, the pillow beneath your face soaked with the salty water from your eyes. 

Wandas' abuse finally stops after a couple of minutes, her hands softly squeezing your ass in her hands. You hurt; your ass is raw, your pussy is red and puffy, and your ears are on fire. She enters the small kitchen, washes her hands, and gets a glass of water. Setting the cup on the table next to the bed, she unties your wrists and helps you sit up. You whimper as the soft yet rough blanket rubs against the skin of your ass. 

The cup's rim hits your lips, and you look up at Wanda in confusion. Why is she taking care of you? You think to yourself. 

Not wanting to seem ungrateful, you take a sip of the cool water, sighing as it goes down your sore throat. Your screams did a number on you. Finishing the glass of water, Wanda smiles down at you and gently pets your fluffy ears. They twitch in response to her hands and instinctively move closer to her warmth and gentleness.  

"Good little bunny..." She says, reaching down to hold your hands. "Listen to me," She commands. "You are going to be good and sleep in your cage tonight. Then in the morning I can get you some clothes. How does that sound? Hm?" Letting go of your hands, they softly rub up and down your thighs. You don't answer her, only giving her a nasty look, resulting in a disappointing sigh from her. 

"Come on, lets go." She says, helping you stand by picking you up by your armpits. Once you are on your feet, she gently leads you to the cage and pushes you down by your shoulders. Your hands and knees hit the ground, and her hand softly pats your bum, hinting for you to crawl inside. You comply, moving into the cage and lying against the pillow. 

Sleep hits you like a wall, unaware the water was drugged. You see Wanda shut and lock the door, reaching through the bars to kiss your fingers. 

"Run, my little rabbit, run and play in your dreams. And when you wake up, we can get to know each other a little better." She whispers, softly holding your fingers that fall limply by the edge. Pulling away, she moves back to her bed, cleaning up the blanket with a wave of a hand. 

Stripping off her dress, she lays down and watches your sleeping body, fantasizing about everything she wants to do to you. 

 Thanks to the sun's early light, the room was bathed in a soft, golden glow, creating a calm environment. With a contented sigh, Wanda stretches her arms above her head, feeling relief as her spine cracks into place. She sits up, allowing her gaze to drift towards the cage in the corner of the room. A beautiful scene awaited her under a soft blanket—the outline of her little bunny sleeping peacefully behind the bars. 

The whisper of a soft, melodious voice fills the air, promising adventure and connection. You follow the sound, your ears twitching with curiosity. 

You dash through the meadow, encountering a figure, a large shadow surrounding it. It's an eerie, ghostly presence shrouded in an aura of ice and hatred. The figure emitted a terrifying, irresistible pull, hypnotizing you to come forward. 

As Wanda took in her adorable pet, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that her bunny was safe and sound, nestled in its cozy cage, surrounded by a world of love and care. Of course, that is what Wanda wants to create for you. Your feelings were most definitely not mutual. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she approaches the door to your prison, unlocking the padlock and opening the door. 

This bewitching being extends a skeletal hand, fingers adorned with grotesque, withered elegance, beckoning further from the meadow behind you. You approach carefully, drawn by an irresistible urge. The hand reaches down, petting your soft ears on your fluffy head.  

Instantly, you are transformed into the hybrid you are now, the world around you turning into a dark abyss. 

As you whimper in your dream, Wanda can't help but wonder what you're dreaming about. Is it a pleasant dream or a nightmare? She knows she shouldn't disturb you, but the temptation to playfully interact with your vision is too strong to resist. 

Tendrils of black smoke shoot from the figure, twisting and writhing like malevolent serpents, suffocating the air with dread. Your heart drops to your stomach, your naked skin pebbling with goosebumps. The figure stands there, the wind around you starting to pick up. Smoke transforms into a massive tornado above you, picking you up effortlessly and spinning you around. It pulls you towards the figure, a featureless face other than a mouth meeting your eyes. 

Your heart races with terror as the figure's mouth opens wide, revealing rows of sharp teeth. The smoke swirls around you, suffocating you, tightening their grip, making it impossible to break free. The closer you get to its mouth, the faster your heart beats and the quicker your breath becomes. 

Carefully, she reaches out her hand and gently touches your shoulder, curious to see how you'll react in your fantasy world.

Screaming is useless now, as it will only be silenced by the dream realm. Even your punches and struggles are slowed down by an invisible force. The smokey tendrils bring you closer to the figure's mouth in slow motion, and you undoubtedly know the inevitable outcome. With a sudden, horrifying lunge, the figure's jaws close around you, yet no pain is felt. Your vision is surrounded by darkness- 

You jolt awake at the feeling of Wands fingers against your skin, and your breaths come fast. You struggle to shake off the lingering fear from the dream, your eyes darting everywhere to find the source of touch. Once you see Wanda staring back at you, you instinctively shrink back, unsure of her intentions since the night before.

"Calm down, little rabbit, I'm not going to hurt you," She says, holding her hands up in a false surrender. "Come on out, bunny," Your ears twitch as her hand enters the cage, her fingers wrapping around your ankle. She pulls gently, trying to coax you from your spot in the corner of the enclosure. You don't budge.

Getting frustrated, she grabs the chain of your collar and pulls you out. Once you are out, she holds you by the ears and pulls you to her bed. "You listen to me!" She growls, crawling on top of your trembling form. In the blink of an eye, her demeanor changes completely. Her eyes no longer glaring at you, her mouth no longer degrading your behavior.

Her right hand softly caresses your tear-stained cheek, wiping away any stray tears that have fallen. Her fingers smooth over your [length, color, texture hair] hair and behind your bunny ears, which are relatively sensitive to feeling good. 

As she scratches, she smiles at your foot kicking from below her. "Aw, what did I find?" Wanda asks, persisting in scratching behind your ears. Once she stops scratching, she gently pulls your ears together and holds them in her fist. "Gosh, look how cute you are..." she chuckles at the little wiggle of your nose and looks over your face. 

She let go of your soft ears, a tender smile on her lips. Leaning down, Wandas' lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. At first, you struggled, protesting to be this close to your captor. But once Wanda's fingers reached your neck, you surrendered. She gently squeezed your neck, not choking you but asserting her dominance above you. 

She pulled away from your lips so quickly you had to suck in a breath, the kiss taking your breath away, her breath also fanning against your cheek. You hate to admit that the kiss felt genuine, as if she truly loved you. Your mind told you many different things, but "run" was not one of them right now. 

In the dim morning light, her green eyes lock onto your [eye color]-ed ones, silently telling you to let her into your mind. With great reluctance, you allowed her. You opened the gates to your consciousness, your deepest and darkest secrets showing themselves to Wanda. There were the little things, like your favorite food and color. And how you like your coffee in the morning or if you prefer quilted blankets over fluffy ones. If you like to sleep in or wake up early and if you read before bed or journal. 

As she takes in all of your mundane likes and preferences, she pushes herself into a deeper part of your mind that knowing loves what she does to you. Every pump of her fingers, every orgasm and moan she pulls from you, this part of your mind will show her everything. ‘Mmm, a little rope bunny, huh? You love being tied up… now thats cute.’ Wanda speaks in her head, and you subconsciously hear everything she says. 

Wanda smiles down at your dazed and confused expression, knowing full well that you are under her spell. She takes this opportunity to undo the chain connected to your collar, letting it drop off the bed and to the floor. On the bedside table, is the rope that held your hands to the bed frame as she spanked you. She smiles as she gets to use it again. 

She moves off of your frozen body, settling you at the top of the bed with your head on a pillow. Grabbing the rope, she wraps one piece to your right hand, pulling your limp arm to the corner of the bed. She does the same to the left arm, putting you in a spread-out position. Nowhere to go, nowhere to escape. She decides right now that this is how she likes you; all tied up and at her mercy. 

But Wanda wanted more! So she reaches under her bed to grab another two lengths of rope. She spreads your legs and ties both ankles to the bottom corners of the bed frame, looking at her work with a smug smile on her lips. 

Having you still and under her control was all she needed. But now she wants your full attention. With a snap of her fingers, you are back and aware of your surroundings. Your eyes immediately find Wanda at the end of the bed, tears beginning to form. 

“Please, I- I can’t do this anymore,” You say, tears pooling in your eyes as you pull at the rope around your limbs. She sighs and moves back to the head of the bed, sitting down next to you and gently wiping a tear from your cheek. 

“I want to make you feel good, little one. You know I can do that…” Wanda says, her hand moving from your cheek, down to your neck. Her fingers gently wrap around the delicate part of your body, and she chuckles as you try to pull away. “There’s no escaping me, bunny. You’re mine now.” 

You whimper, tears falling down your temples as you look up at the ceiling. Wanda strokes your hair softly and moves back on top of you, strategically placing her knee right against your wet folds. She gives you no room to move away from her, the movement you do have only makes you rub your clit against her knee. She smirks at your failed attempt to move from your current predicament.

 “Oh my little bunny, trying to escape,” She moves her knee up and down, your slick coating her skin. “You have no idea what you are getting into, do you little rabbit,” Her voice laced with malicious intent, her eyes unreadable. Dread fills your stomach as a puff of red energy surrounds Wanda's naked waist. A leather harness wraps the way around her, a pearly, white, penis-shaped toy hooked to the end of it. “This. This is what you are getting into. Im going to fuck you into oblivion, and you are going to love it. You are going to take every little thing I give you, do you understand?” You don’t respond at first, your eyes glued to the white toy in front of you. 

Wanda's hand squeezes your neck and your gaze shoots up to her face. “I said, do you understand?” She repeats. You nod your head and a whimper is forced from your system as she moves her hand from your neck down your chest. She scoots down a little bit, settling between your spread legs. Her cock sits proudly at your entrance, your slick already gathering from the sight of it. 

With a smile, moves both hands to your pussy, rubbing your folds and spreading them open. Her thumb rubs small circles on your exposed clit, the sensation overwhelming. A moan leaves your mouth, and you scold yourself internally. You were mortified at how open and unprotected you are, yet your pussy got wetter by the second. 

Wanda's other fingers entered your soaking hole, stretching you out to fit her cock. She wanted to make sure you were more than ready. Dragging spectral moans from your throat for a few moments, she felt like your little hole was ready for her. 

She pulled her fingers from your pussy and put them to your lips, forcing them past, and held them on your tongue. “Clean up the mess you made.” Her command made you shake, but you listened, not in a condition to disobey. You sucked on her fingers like your life depended on it, making sure that every drop of your juices were gone.

The humiliation of having your body betray you, the tears continued. Wanda enjoyed every bit of that, leaning down and licking the tears from your face after removing her fingers from your mouth. 

“P-please, please stop, I- I don’t want this,” You sob, trying to move anywhere, but are unable, due to the master rope work keeping you still. 

Wanda ignored you, spitting on her hand and rubbing it along her cock. The cold ivory poked at your entrance and she leaned over you, grabbing your fluffy ears in her fist. “God, I’ve been wanting to do this forever now…” She says, pushing into your tight cunt. 

A pained moan rips from your throat, tears falling down your cheeks as her cock splits you in two. Your arms and legs pull at the rope around them, trying anything to get free but nothing works. The breaths entering and exiting your mouth are fast and dangerous, panicking at the sheer size of Wanda's cock. 

“Hey, hey, look at me. Bunny, look at me.” Wanda says, letting go of your ears to cup your cheek. She stopped moving when the moan you emitted left your mouth, and her other hand immediately went to your clit to try and soothe the pain. It helped a little bit, but not enough. Your sobs were heartbreaking to her and she pushed in a little bit more. 

“Breathe for me, my little rabbit, breathe for me. I know you can do it,” She whispers, leaning down to meet your lips in a soft and gentle kiss. As you kiss her back, you whimper as she bottoms out inside of you. “You’re doing so good for me, baby, so good.” Her words flutter the butterflies in your belly, and your tight walls squeeze her cock lightly. 

“H-hurts,” Is all you can muster out, more tears rolling down your temples. Wanda shakes her head and makes you look into her eyes. 

“Bunny, look at me… this feels good, right? It feels so good.” Her eyes start to glow a deep red, pushing your mind and body into a euphoric hallucination. She rubs your clit and continues to talk to you. “You are doing so good, my love. This feels so, so good, and you love the feeling of my cock inside of your little pussy, don’t you?” You nod, her words of hypnosis causing the pain to feel pleasurable. “Good, you’re doing amazing…” she says, starting to move her hips, slowly pushing in and out of your pussy. 

The pain subsides, as does her power over your mind. The pleasure is becoming real, and quite enjoyable. You close your eyes, balling your hands into fists as she brushes her thumb over your cheek. “Hey, look at me, honey, can you do that?” You obey, looking up into her eyes. “Good little bunny, such a good girl,” She praises you, and your tail wiggles in response. 

Your heart is racing in your chest as she starts to move faster, her other fingers rubbing circles over your clit. She pushes you closer to your release, the feeling similar to running up a hill, only to jump and see the large drop on the other side. Reaching a good speed, she slows her fingers, wanting to make you cum from that sensitive spot right inside of your pussy. 

“I know your close, bun bun, I can feel it,” She whispers, moans falling from your mouth with every thrust of her hips. She is right, your orgasm is just within reach, and she wants to see you fall apart underneath her. “Cum for me, baby, you can do it,” the praises enter your ears and hit your soul, pushing you right to the top of that hill. 

You cum hard on her cock, loud moans filling Wandas' ears like music. With your ears flopping with every thrust, she smiles and takes a mental picture of this moment, wanting it to last forever. Soon, your orgasm washes over you, leaving you in a panting, tired mess. “You did so good my little bunny, so good.” Your cheeks heat up, submission being the only thing you can think of right now. 

“P-please,” you whisper as you pull at the restraints. You had never felt this much pleasure at one time, the need to be held and taken care of was the only thing on your mind. No escape, struggle, rage, fear, nothing was on your mind. Wanda could sense this, and without hesitation she gently pulled out of you, cleaning you up with the apron of her dress draped over the end of the bed. 

With care, she unties your limbs, kissing each of them after they are free. Once the rest of the rope was pulled off of your skin, you curled in on yourself. Your ears fall back in meekness and your tail wiggles struggling to calm down. Wanda smiles, lying down behind you on the bed. She takes you in her arms kisses your neck and pets your ears to soothe you.  

Her whispers are the last thing you hear before your eyes begin to droop in exhaustion. “Its alright, my little rabbit. You’re safe with me…” 

“I- Im- Im safe…” Sleepily, you respond, knowing deep down that you are safer than you will ever be outside of these walls. 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Arvin and kieran meeting a kind peacharunt hybrid reader who can make mochi but prefers making a antidote to the mind control mochi.

Arven

No matter how far apart you are from Pecharunt, you could always sense whenever he's up to trouble in Kitakami.

You're basically his foil, serving up mochi that are antidotes for the mind-controlling mochi he throws at people.

You get that he only wanted to be loved (and maaaay have an inferiority complex bc your owners favored you more for being half-human and capable of conversation), but he never listens to reason...he hasn't for years.

So you lived peacefully among humans, keeping up a good disguise and being friendly to locals and tourists alike--and ofc keep an eye on Pecharunt's dormant state no matter what.

You then meet Arven, Florian/Juliana, Nemona, Penny, and Kieran....and that's the one time you turn your back before all hell breaks loose.

It got out of control quick, and you rush to cure everyone, starting with Arven as you coaxed him into eating your mochi dish.

Which was hard since he couldn't stay still, and you could see how embarrassed he was.

But he seemed to understand that you were trying to help him out.

After he's back to normal, he initially thinks you're the one responsible for the outbreak...until you point to the other Pecharunt floating in the sky, still taking control over Penny.

You thought he would have been so confused seeing two of the same 'mon.

But considering he encountered two Miraidons/Koraidons, it doesn't surprise him at all.

Although he wonders why you're more human than the other Pecharunt...

Even after all of that, he's still gonna be super cautious about eating mochi (unless he sees you prepare it, put it on the plate, and serve it with his own two eyes).

Kieran

He's read stories about Pecharunt growing up, but is still convinced that it's a bad guy who ordered the Loyal Three to mercilessly attack Ogerpon and her trainer.

At the festival of masks, you frequently performed shows about the tale, and Kieran frowns whenever you're on stage, depicted as a hero.

Even in town, you're always dressed in that same garb that reminds him of that Pokémon.

He suspects that it's not a costume and you're really Pecharunt incarnate, wearing a disguise that fools everyone but him.

But he was too shy to ever confront you about it--or at least until Mochi Mayhem's events take place, and he believes you were making everyone act weird.

He freaks the HELL out when you approach him and Florian/Juliana after they battled his grandparents, cowering and begging you not to make him "like the others".

Luckily, you calmed him down by curing them right there and then, which makes him realize you're not the Pecharunt from those stories.

He feels terrible for all the years he's spent judging you, but you forgive him, knowing there's a greater issue at stake.

You admire how much he has grown over the years: from being such a sweet and shy kid to a strong trainer who helped you calm down the locals while his friend captured the other Pecharunt.

You decided it was for the best that he went with them, and you remained in Kitakami to watch over Kieran and Carmine.

You also helped him realize the story of Pecharunt, the Loyal Three, and Ogerpon wasn't so black and white, opening his eyes to a new perspective and that struggle with love and acceptance he himself could relate to.

[spinus-pinus]

Catalina Macaw Ara ararauna x macao

7/29/2023 Guanacaste, Costa Rica

[pompadorned]

I’ve always loved those Pokémon crossbreed drawings, so here’s one with houndstone!

[scrollwyrm]

I really like your art style and I think maybe Ex-Queen Scarlet or Hawthorn would look cool! :)

I drew Scarlet a while ago but Hawthorn was fun to do! Here he is with his dragonbite viper. Headcanon time: he’s one quarter SilkWing (his grandfather was a SilkWing,) and he absolutely hates this part of himself. It’s also the reason for his red scales. Initially, he became friends with Sequoia to prove to himself that he’s a real LeafWing and not just some ‘spineless SilkWing’, as he initially thought. Unfortunately though, he became obsessed with Sequoia, leading him to make his last mistake: he listened to the strange vine in the woods. He swallowed the plant, and immediately, Hawthorn was dead. Only the worst aspects of himself were left. Sequoia realised her friend was gone and banished him, but not before discovering he poisoned Wasp. She was furious, but she couldn’t do anything; Hawthorn was already in hiding in the darkest corner of the jungle. He lived with the vines, attempting more and more horrifying experiments on the creatures around him.

[loki-ioki]

long time no mlp pokemon design. Here's Drayton or Frosted Iris

[vixymix101]

Sketches of my seafaring bird OC's!

Characters are: Captain Colorway, and Harrison Brackish Herrington III

[idsfantasy]

"Aren't you gonna introduce me?"

The song "Other Friends" from the Steven Universe movie gave me inspiration for a villain arc for one of my Pokemon OCs, and the Mochi Mayhem epilogue of the Pokemon Scarlet and Violet DLC gave me a situation where he would actually have a villain arc in the first place without wrecking all my other plans for the characters lol

More detail about the story below the break for those who might be interested

The gist of the situation is that Daniel (pictured above) gets toxic-chained by Pecharunt due to his being a Ditto-hybrid and Pecharunt's whole deal with creating retainers for itself, and while Pecharunt's mind control is at play up until Pecharunt is caught, the important element here is more connected to Pecharunt's ability to increase people's greed (so still sorta mind control but less direct), which stays in play because the chain doesn't disappear when Pecharunt is caught.

The amplification of greed mixed with Pecharunt's own desperation for attention feeds into his insecurities about one of the few friends he has making friends with so many other people, and manifests as wanting to be her ONLY friend so that she won't abandon him by getting closer to other friends than him. So, having access to substantial abilities and said friend's appearance due to being a shapeshifter, he goes and tries to wreck her relationships while she's frantically trying to chase him down (through different dimensions might I add) and get the chain off.

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N playfully pulls on Bambi!Wanda's tail...

Wanda: (giggles) stop that!

Y/N: sorry your tail is so cute

Wanda pinches Y/N's butt...

Y/N: why?

Wanda: oh i'm sorry I thought we were pinching things we thought were cute, detka. (winks)

Bambi!Wanda wiggles her tail for emphasis...

for @julieromanoff

[pineapple-cheese-bread]

An Interesting WoF AU

I wrote a very simple Au not really Beta read and most of it was thought up at work but I would like to share, tell me if you guess it before the end ;)

There was something wrong with the eggs, the first two were fine, the Mudwing was a dark blood red and the Seawing was a deep rich blue. Just as the prophecy had said, those two weren’t the issue, it was the last 3.

The Rainwing egg, that was grabbed at the last minute, was large and red, Kestrel was almost convinced that Webs had somehow gotten his talons on a Skywing egg, and for a mer moment after the egg hatched she was excited.

The dragonet in front of the three guardians had large wings, too large for their tiny body and their scales were yellow and orange, Kestrel let her hopes soar only for it to be crushed as the tiny dragonet let out a squeak and promptly turned a bright pink.

“Not a Skywing, it’s just an imposter.” She snarled at the tiny dragonet.

The Nightwing egg came to them hours before they were due to hatched, cracks already spreading over its shiny silver surface. It was a rather strange egg but the dragon inside was stranger.

The three guardians had only seen one Nightwing, that being Morrowseer, so when the Nightwing egg hatched and the dragonet inside was paler then Morrowseer with sharper spikes and talons and a far too thin tail they thought (Hoped) that Nightwing dragonets just, looked like that, and as he would grow his scales would darken.

Finally the Sandwing egg, the egg Dune had found out in the dessert, it was darker than the usually light Sandwing eggs.

When it hatched Kestrel wanted to strangle the other two guardians and that stupid Nightwing, the Sandwing was tiny, it was golden yellow not dusty yellow like Dune and to top it off, it had no venomous barb.

Years went by and the three youngest dragonets were always the target of the guardians wrath, Clay and Tsunami would try and protect them, but they couldn’t do much when Kestrel insisted she need to “talk” to Glory, Sunny tried to say they didn’t mean all their harsh words, but Starflight heard it in their minds.

Starflight was the first one to know what was wrong, he was the first one to figure out why he didn’t look right.

Morrowseer had come to visit, and any hope that Starflight had that maybe young Nightwings just looked like him was dashed by one thought from Morrowseer.

‘Why does he look like that?’ 

Starflight didn’t really pay attention to what was being said to him, he was too focused on listening to Morrowseers thoughts.

‘Do they not feed him enough? He’s far too skinny, and that tail,’

Starflight knew he was strang by Nightwing standards, too thin of a tail, too sharp spike and talons, scales that were pale, shiny and gave off just a small amount of cold.

He didn’t have time to dwell on Morrowseers thoughts, the guardians were planning on killing Glory, Tsunami and Clay had gotten out, they had managed to open the door but they were followed.

Dune was dead Sunny was in a cage Glory was being used as an art piece and the rest of them were being forced to fight.

It was seeing Icewings that settled it for Starflight, the Icewings and their whip thin tails, the Icewings and their shiny spiky scales and the Icewings who gave off just a bit of cold.

All features Starflight himself had, he decided to keep his discovery to himself, until he had proper confirmation, he didn’t want his friends, his family to think differently of him, he didn't think he could handle it.

Glory was the Second one to figure it out. 

She knew the Guardians hated her for being a Rainwing and she knew Kestrel despised her, she was so close to being a Skywing, Glory had larger wings and longer horns then what normale Rainwings were meant to have (according to the scrolls but Glory didn’t really believe that)

Not to mention if she relaxed her scales, she would always become Yellow and Orange, and Moons forbid if Kestrel saw her when she was like that.

It wasn’t until she was being used as Queen Scarlet's art piece did she really start to question her appearance.

“We have a very strange Sandwing for you, I’m sure it’ll make for a thrilling new addition to your little tower,” Scarlet told Burn as they ate together.

“I’m flattered you think of me, I wouldn’t mind adding that Nightwing to my collection either.”

“Oh no, no, no, my dear that one is to fight in my arena, I’ve never seen a Nightwing fight before I’m sure it’ll be thrilling.” 9io88888888888888 (Moobear (My cat) wanted to add to the story)

“Hmmm, and that Rainwing you have, it’s rather peculiar as well, you know I’ve seen a handful of Rainwings and none of them quite have wings, or horns, like that.”

Glory huffed, a small cloud of smoke rising from her nose, which caused Burn to raise an eyebrow at her.

Scarlet just chuckled, shook her head and reiterated that Burn was only to have Sunny.

The following day Glory shot venom at Burn, who used Scarlet as a shield, and she and her family escaped the Sky kingdom.

Glory didn’t think about Burns' comments about her until she was in the Rainforest.

Everytime she would try to tree glide her wings would catch on branches and her horns would tangle in the vines, making the trip to the hatchery a nightmare.

Rainwing eggs changed colour, Glory had heard the story of her egg many times over the years, Kestrel always told her right after…. Well she didn’t like to think about that, the point was Glory was told her egg was large and red, these eggs in front of her were small and constantly shifting.

Once again, Glory didn’t have time to think of that, she had to investigate the missing Rainwings, escape the Nightwings then challenge the Queens to become queen herself.

Before the challenge Glory decided to keep her scales natural, letting them stay as yellow and orange, she was going to win this and she was going to win this as herself.

The challenge went a little of the rails but that didn’t matter cause she was Queen now, sitting in the Queen's Pavilion Grandeur in front of her.

“I think I remember your egg.” Glory titled her head slightly.

“Do you?”

“Yes, I believe it was my granddaughter, always a curious one she was, left the Rainforest to explore different healing styles, came back excited and told me she was going to have a dragonet, oh I was excited for her,” Grandeur sighed almost wistfully. “When she laid it, it didn’t look like a Rainwing egg, I remember her telling me that the father wasn’t-”

Glory held up her talon to stop Grandeur.

“I figured,” Glory’s body sank slightly as she let out a deep breath. “Is my mother still alive?”

Grandeur shook her head.

“She died not long after laying your egg, the healers tried everything.”

“I understand,” Glory hesitated for a moment, “Can we keep this between us? Just for the time being?”

“As you wish, your majesty,” Grandeur said with a low bowl.

Glory had a lot to think about, she had already figured that there was something wrong, something different about her but the confirmation was still a shock.

She would tell her family, but right now she had to focus on getting her Kingdom battle ready.

Sunny wasn’t the first to know why she looked so different, but she was the first one to tell the others.

Sunny had finished telling everyone about her adventure.

“And I got to meet my Dad, he’s a Nightwing, the Dragon who lives in Jade mountain.”

“Wait back up,” Clay said, raising a talon to stop Sunny from talking more. “Your Dads a Nightwing?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, that’s part of the reason Mum hid me, not only was she scared one of her enemies would get to me, but it was also, in a way, to protect me, cause I’m a hybrid.” 

If anyone was paying attention to Starflight and Glory they would have seen a myriad of emotions cross their faces.

“I guess it’s pretty cool, she knew I would be odd looking making it easier to find me.” Sunny said with a bright smile on her face.

“Umm, I actually have something kinda important to say.” All eyes went to Starflight as he shifted nervously.

“I didn’t want to say anything until I was 100% sure, but I got pretty good confirmation when I was on the Nightwing island, not just from the Dragon everyone thought was my Dad but also from the Queen.”

“Starflight,” Tsunami interrupted the ramberling dragon, “Whatever it is you want to say, just say it please,”

“Right,” Starflight took a deep breath in, “I’m part Icewing, I don’t know who my father is, but I’m not going to find him around here.” 

There was silence from the group as they took in that information, until Glory let out a loud laugh.

“Um, Glory, you okay?” Clay asked as the Rainwing Queen doubled over laughing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry but,” She chuckled as tears pooled in her eyes. “We were all told so many times that there was something wrong with us, I was told so many times that I was an imposter, a mistake, that I wasn’t the stupid Skywing in the stupid fake prophecy.” 

Glory’s laughter slowly turned into sobs.

“And then I found out my Father is a Skywing, and I was the largest egg in the hatchery, and I faced all those years of abuse,” She spat the word out like it left a bad taste in her mouth. “But would it have mattered if they knew?” 

Warm and cold wings wrapped around Glory in a tight huge.

“Glory, I know how you feel, I would love to go back and tell them that we’re not deformed,” Starflight said, “But what's happened has happened, we can't change that.”

“Yeah, and even if you weren’t half Skywing, you would always be our fifth, you're our sister, and we love you.” 

Two more pairs of wings joined the hug comforting, not just Glory but the two other hybrids as well.

“We’re sorry we couldn’t always protect you,” Clay started but was interrupted.

“Don’t start,” Sunny said through tears, “You two did more than enough for us.”

“Yeah,” Starflight added, “I’m sure life under the mountain would have been far worse if you two weren’t there for us.” 

The five Dragonets of Destiny remained piled together in a hug, until Glory was called away.

~~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed that; I didn't know how to end it properly so, eh.

Anyway, I really liked the idea of Starflight not mirroring perse but being similar to Darkstalker, in the sense that they are both Night/Ice hybrids born under three moons.

Starflight's powers are weaker though (By that I mean their on Moons level so weak for three full moons).

And Glory being a Rain/Sky hybrid was obvious, I recon she can't breathe fire but can just make puffs of smoke, also her venom burns like if she sprayed it on wood the wood would light on fire.

[bloodykhaos]

Bite Me || Masterlist

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Hybrid!GN!Reader

Summary: A reunion with your old friend was not supposed to involve a run-in with a witch. But you have had her kind around before…and you just might want to have her too.

Warnings: Each chapter will have its own individual warnings, but adult/mature themes and violence will be written throughout the story.

// Chapter 1

[firelance2361]

The Scarlet Spider

“This is what real power is all about! I’m through playing the loser!”